“Man, my back is killing me.”
“Why? What did you do to it? You didn’t load up all that wood into your truck alone did you?”
“No, that’s not what it was. I did that yesterday and it was fine.”
“Well, what did you do?”
“You know how I won that lottery drawing?”
“Yeah. I still say you’re the luckiest bastard I know.”
“Well, it was the money.”
“You tweaked your back with money?”
“Yep.”
“You can’t leave it at that. How does one tweak one’s back with money?”
“You know how folks are always talking about wanting to sleep on a bed of money?”
“You didn’t.”
“I did. But $50,000 is not that much when it comes to bedding. Actually, a bit less than $50,000. More like $20,000. I did buy the truck after all.”
“$20,000 should have covered your bed pretty well.”
“I didn’t want to sleep on money on my bed. I wanted to sleep on a bed of money.”
“Oh. I guess $20,000 would be a little thin in that case.”
“Believe me it is. So I took the bills back to the bank.”
“And that’s when you tweaked your back?”
“Nope. That’s when I got $20,000 in nickels.”
“And hauling that is when you tweaked your back?”
“No. While $20,000 in nickels makes for a pretty decent base, it is crap for comfort as far as sleeping on it goes. I woke up this morning and my back was killing me. And even worse, I had nickels stuck all over me. There were nickel imprints on my face for an hour this morning.”
“Terry, you are an idiot. A lucky idiot to be sure, but an idiot none the less.”
“You keep telling me that.”